I always imagined writer’s block would be about running out of things to write about. But the ideas are there. They just don’t flow properly? Yeah…you know how it feels like pen and paper or keyboard and screen are one with your body and that the blood in your veins…
Poison,Was laced intoThe first glass of sweet wine you offered me Since then even water tastes like fire From betrayal is born vindictivenessAnd for those of us who never forgetIt is akin to the demon child born of a mortal womb You will always be the poison in my sweet…
Ever have those days when people seem to be staring at you for no apparent reason? Yeah, we all do, except they’re consistently staring at you all day. How about a day that’s like any other, no one treating you like an alien (any more than normal) and then suddenly…
That’s the time it takes to go from peaceful to peaceable.
September will come.
* With due apologies to Newton Sirjee who we all agree, was a very smart man, indeed. First Law: Every man continues in his current non-single relationship state (dating, just good friends, chasing, no-strings-attached, in love, married) unless acted upon by a force internal (dramatic negative behaviour by woman like…
If Art be the much-loved childcarried to term and delivered by the nurturing womb of Creativitywhich in turn, is impregnated by the sperm seed of an Ideawhat else can Curiosity be…but the passionate union? And yet it takes two to unite, to create.But Art, owned by the artist and not…
Does the creation belong entirely to the creator? I once read a story about a couple who parted after a brief affair, which resulted in a child. Many years later the man came face to face with the news of his fatherhood, hitherto hidden from him and he said, This…
The great state of idlis, kanjeevarams and eligible US-based software professionals is the only place you’ll find this rare delicacy.
Growing up female means escaping identity boxes & those who embrace them at your expense. The Princess trope isn’t a nice one, when you’re the girl standing next to her.
There’s no value for silence. Bizarre day. Presentation, twenty thousand phone calls before and after and then a meeting on a conference call. I stumble back to my seat and announce: I’m tired of talking. SNC (in an indecently gleeful tone): I think I’ll send that out on an all-company…